literature

Will I Make It?

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Published: Jan 10, 2012

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_{It was a normal day that day.
The day I decided to take my own life.

I woke up.
I got dressed.

Normal, everyday routine.

I went to school.
I talked to friends.
I walked back home.

I always had a dream.
I dreamed to fly away.
With white wings that spanned wide
To soar away from this ruined place
To make it to someplace faraway
To paradise.

That day
I decided I would.

Instead of home
I walked to my father's building.
He owned a large company.
Caring for his loved ones
Making us a 'happy' family.

There were 45 floors in my father's building.
I went to the top floor
Passed my dad's office
And down the long, familiar hallway.
I climbed the small staircase
Leading to the sky.

At the edge,
the bustling street seemed nonexistent.
Everyone so far away.

I slipped off my shoes
Gently rose to the ledge.
The wind gusted my hair about
Whispering indecencies in my ear.
Jump.

The city was a busy place to live.
I loved my home.
But that didn't stop me.

I turned around.
Doubting myself for a fragment in time.
But surely enough
I fell backwards
Ascending to the skies.
The world moved rapidly around me.
I was weightless.

What would my actions do?
I didn't think.
I kept my mind blank.

I never knew
That when I took that step off the ledge,
I'd pass my father
as he starred out the window
at his daughter
who quickly fell to the earth.

I never knew
when I took that step off the ledge,
I'd mortify an innocent girl
who'd been walking the streets, hand-in-hand with her mother;
haunting her dreams for the rest of time.

I never knew
when I took that step off the ledge,
I'd lead another loved one
To their own death
by the grief of my own.

The last thing I heard.
The last thing I saw.
The last thing I thought.

A hard crack.
A flash of my father's eyes,
and the sky.

^{Will I make it?}}